The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1210, Two Heads

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Thousand Faced Devil panted hard with a wane and sweaty face, a clear sign of weakness.

Sword Child and Bali Yuyu flinched, only to relax the next moment upon seeing he picked Zhuo Fan of all the targets.

Not registering the casualness the others had, Thousand Faced Devil roared, “Give me the Nether Sea map or it’s off with his head!”

He gripped Zhuo Fan’s neck tighter.

The Luo clan didn’t seem to care much.

“Did you not hear me? Even in the Bone Tempering Stage, isn’t he still your steward? Don’t you care if he lives or dies?”

“Splitting Art, so you’re a former assassin, senior.”

Thousand Faced Devil grew tense at the unexpected reactions, or lack thereof. The one to finally give him any attention at all was the same one who he held hostage, “Splitting your spirit into many to confuse the enemy then snatching victory amidst the chaos. It must be quite the skill indeed for not even I to pick up on it. It also gives the enemy the chance to break them down one at a time. Knowing the spirit is exposed, even at the Spirit King level, it’s still very fragile. Showing such weakness can be fatal in an Emperor Stage battle.”

The devil met Zhuo Fan’s taunting eyes and snapped, “What do you know of such a high level battle? Shut your trap or I’ll snap your neck!”

“Ha-ha-ha, you should’ve done that from the start, when you had the chance. A shame an assassin should be focusing on speed and killing, not on taking hostages. You doomed your assassin profession the instant you left killing aside.”

Thousand Faced Devil gave him a long look, clueless about where he was getting at.

[I’m an Emperor and I’m supposed to kill a bug like him from the start? I control his life and can take it whenever I want. Why…]

Crack!

The snapping sound made Thousand Faced Devil shiver, feeling his hand going numb and him being unable to move it. His eyes grew wide as he saw Zhuo Fan’s right hand glowing red and gripping the same arm tight like clamps.

“H-how can…”

Thousand Faced Devil’s face twitched, wanting to squeeze his fingers and crush Zhuo Fan’s neck. A shame his hand was frozen, unable to budge. It was, in fact, pulled away by an incredible force, out of his control.

“Y-you…”

“What?”

Gambling Emperor finally showed a reaction, the eyes stunned for a moment, “Having killed his men, the Demonic Emperor is bound to hunt them down till the end of days and yet they’re knocking at his door. What’s the Luo clan up to? They believe that they have the power to fight with the Demonic Emperor and settle it?”

The Gambling Emperor frowned, with the city lord unable to provide an answer…

Meanwhile, a lavish and jaded jar crumbled as it met the hard floor. An imposing youth wore a scowl in anger as he jumped to his feet and stared down at the shivering men in black below.

“Not only did you not get the Nether Sea map from Gambling Town, but of those I sent, one is missing and the other got killed by some nameless and unknown little group, no less?”

“D-Demonic Emperor sir, the Luo clan is a mystery that we can’t deal with…” One man ventured, shaking like a leaf.

Unlike Zhuo Fan’s calculative and deceitful nature, Zhao Chen was more of a petty and impulsive prick. Once in power, he never stopped lusting for more, expanding his domain. His handling was cruel as well, worse than Zhuo Fan.

His reckless reputation sent fear in his enemies but also his men.

Zhao Chen gave them a sinister smile, “Can’t deal with it? Thousand Faced Devil took a hundred Spirit Kings yet couldn’t handle one lousy clan? What use do I have of you then?”

“Garbage!”

Zhao Chen roared and the one who reported got split into bloody chunks with a splat. The others trembled in terror, “Sir, please calm down!”

“Humph, everyday I hear the same thing. You only had to show a bit of courage and do what I told you to and I wouldn’t have to take my rage on you.”

Zhao Chen flicked his sleeve, “What of the Luo clan? Where are they?”

“Uh, we… don’t know…”

“You don’t?”

“Demonic Emperor sir, they killed Thousand Faced Devil and we didn’t try…”

“Garbage!”

Zhao Chen threw his hand and more than ten people went splat, covering the floor in blood and gore. The rest cowered back.

A voice came from outside, “Demonic Emperor, someone’s here to seek an audience bearing gifts.”

“Gifts?”

Zhao Chen was curious, “Bring it here!”

Two boys walked in with two exquisite boxes and placed them on the ground. Zhao Chen flicked a finger and two bloody heads were revealed…

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